Lyrics:

[Intro]
We was out here gangbangin' now
Posted on the block, my chain swangin'

[Chorus]
Oh, to be young and dumb
Don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

[Verse 1]
Pay attention to detail
Made a million off my email
Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells
But it could be a Glock 23 shell
Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed
Where I come from, we don't see Yale
Block baby, I'm a trap scholar
I really studied them streets well
Eyeball the work, we don't need scales
I got baking soda on resale
He'd do anything not to see jail
No respect if he act like a female
He really a bitch, uh
I gave my glizzy a switch
Four seconds, we empty a stick
Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh